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‘LIFE are everything you could possibly want from an artist – they are politically astute, angry, intelligent, gritty and air-punchingly brilliant – You remember how, years ago, if you’d had a bad day, you could play almost any Pixies track when you returned home, and scream along to make it all better? Well, LIFE’s like that.’ - God is in the TV

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released May 26, 2017

LIFE are:

Mez Green - Vocals
Mick Sanders - Guitar / Vocals
Loz Etheridge - Bass
Stew Baxter - Drums

All songs written and recorded by LIFE.
Lyrics by Mez and Mick.
Spoken word by Joe Hakim.
Drums on Track 3 by Rich Lorimer.

Produced and mixed by Ian Dowling. Assisted by George Chung. Ian Dowling is managed by This Much Talent. All tracks recorded at The Fish Factory, London, UK. Except Track 7, recorded at Strongroom, London, UK. Track 6, recorded at The Warren, Hull, UK. Mixed at Red Elephant, Whitstable, UK. Mastered by Matt Colton at Alchemy Mastering, London, UK. Made in the EU.

Album cover art by Dan Wilson.

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LIFE Hull, UK

Dressed in black, with a rattling set of hook-heavy energetic songs LIFE are not to be ignored. Four workers from Hull who flirt with pop culture, twisted word plays, wasted youth and the horrors of 21st century consumerism. In a London-centric industry dominated by co-writes and privilege, LIFE bring authenticity to the table. Irresistible dark pop that holds a dirty mirror up to modern life. ... more

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Track Name: In Your Hands
In Your Hands

Buy ice packs and brain freeze
Eat microwave meals
Buy cold sores and warm tins
On two for one deals
Buy comfort, buy style
Buy inflatable sex
Keep hounding your doctor
For intestinal checks
Buy green, you’re organic
Eat macrobiotic
Watch adverts that tell you shopping’s erotic
Shop savvy, shop smart
Try to get the right price
Five quid for a whole one
Or three quid for a slice

It’s in your hands, it’s in your hands

Buy hung meat and blood clots
Eat pregnancy cravings
Buy budget, buy discount
Order coffin engravings
Buy junk food, eat raw
Shop rich and shop poor
Keep telling your piles
There’s cream for that sore
You’re keen you’re athletic
Cut, copy and edit
Buy culture, buy content
Buy coffee on credit
Eat sushi, get naked
Get stiff for commission
Learn yoga, eat yoghurt
Get into position

It’s in your hands, it’s in your hands.

Here they come, the bonus king is laughing, just laughing.
Here they come, a pack of fuckers laughing, just laughing.

It’s in your hands, it’s in your hands.
Track Name: Sugar God
Sugar God

God drives a man insane
And that’s what I do
God drives a man insane
But that’s what I do

That mans’ got style
God of sugar falling
That girls got ssssssssssssssss
Keen to find you falling
In ’91 Lincoln
Father John called him
That mans’ got style
Keep the baby talking

God drives a man insane
And that’s what I do
God drives a man insane
But that’s what I do

In ’98 Ingham
Able Sam walked in
That mans’ got style
He keeps the baby talking

God drives a man insane
And that’s what I do
God drives a man insane
But that’s what I do

God is a lie
Define devine
Am I anything?
Tell me the truth
Am I alive
Am I anything 
More?
But that’s what I do

God drives a man insane
And that’s what I do
God drives a man insane
But that’s what I do
Track Name: Go Go Go
Go Go Go

I knew I was a sap when I didn’t get the part
But Game of Thrones is back
So I called for green and dark
I knew I was a rat when I grew my daddy’s knuckles
But Miley’s on the box
So I hang out with my pickle

So I say 
Oh no 
I gotta go

And walking through the hallways
there’s contorted faces screaming 
I thought I touched on paradise
but I was only dreaming
Left of centre laughing people dance into my vision
They say you’re off your head kid
but I’m firmly in position

So I say 
Oh no 
I gotta go

I called you up but you’re never around
I called you up when I’m coming down

So I say 
Oh no 
I gotta go
So I say 
Oh no 
I gotta go
I gotta go
I gotta go go go
Track Name: Rare Boots
Rare Boots

Tanking out at quarter to four
Tina’s on the candy-canes says she doesn’t drink anymore
Spanking out at quarter past four you’ve got to take some
time out of your life are you sure? I watch the trash bake
I stare into space I see nothing
I fell on my face I felt nothing

Times the kind of thing we erase
Aaron’s got rare boots again says he’s gonna kick through the walls
Times the kind of thing that you chase until you run out
Face it you’re a mess you’re a waste I watch the trash bake 
I stare into space I see nothing
I fell on my face I felt nothing

I keep hearing voices calling my name

Sproatley’s about ten miles away mate
but Teddy’s got a Corsa and of course he’ll stop for beers on the way
Jennie lives off Glycerine Paste because she says its
low in calories, likes the taste. I watch the trash bake
I stare into space I see nothing
I fell on my face I felt nothing

I keep hearing voices calling my name

Has my luck come in?
Or has it stopped
They sent a crate of cigarettes 
To the North
There’s a quiet man
Inside everyone
They sent a crate of cigarettes
To the North

I keep hearing voices calling my name

What’s my name?
Track Name: Membership Man
Membership Man

He’s a Membership Man
Eating Ok Peanuts
Trophy wife
Teen slut
What a Membership Man

He’s got a vitamin juicer
Mixing up a booster
White collar Medusa
What a Membership Man

You see it on the tele
The tele in your mind
I see it on the tele
A toxic mankind

He’s a moor town bruiser
just a right wing cruiser
I’m sure he can use you
What a Membership Man

You see it on the tele
The tele in your mind
Old ones on the outside
Young ones on the inside
Right?

What a Membership Man
He’s a Membership Man
Track Name: Earthworm
Earthworm

Right
alright
That’s it
Style
substance
and more
Right
ah right 
that’s it
A microphone
microphone
microphone
Tour
The originality is questionable
but make it happen
Monkey fracks the earthworm bloated
That’s it
Style
substance
and more
Those indie bands are metal
Off 
peak 
travel
The Hull elite
Tattooed in your white van 
man
Tattooed in your white van
Tattooed in your white van
man
Tattooed 
Van
Track Name: Popular Music
Popular Music

Totally off my face
I listen to popular music
Totally off my face
I listen to popular music
Totally off my face
I listen to popular music
Totally off my face
I listen to popular music

Bobby boils his eyelids with his L.E.D vision
Everybody says - it feels like he’s peeling off
Baby boils it lightly
But she’s lacking nutrition
Everybody says - it feels like she’s peeling off

Feels like you’re peeling off
Feels like you’re peeling off
Feels like you’re peeling off
Feels like you’re peeling off

Totally off my face
I listen to popular music
Totally off my face
I listen to popular music
Totally off my face
I listen to popular music
Totally off my face
I listen to popular music

Vicky vapes her e-cig with easy conviction
Everybody says – it feels like she’s peeling off
Jeffro feeds his tofu with beatnik fiction
Everybody says – it feels like he’s peeling off

Feels like you’re peeling off
Feels like you’re peeling off
Feels like you’re peeling off
Feels like you’re peeling off

This club’s a mess, I try fix
This club’s a mess, I try to fix - it all

Totally off my face
I listen to popular music
Track Name: Electricity
Electricity

Woke up this morn,
Don’t know who I am
Do up my tie ready to clock on
That feels real good
That’s not my voice
That feels real good
That’s not my voice

Hit me beat me harder
Kick me beat me harder
Whip me beat me harder
Hit me beat me harder

Today you will be dropped into society
Please collect your tokens for the next ride
The factory floor awaits
Electricity 
Targets
The world is your oyster
We have your interests at heart
Health care is provided
Just don’t fight it
Just don’t 
fight 
it

Hit me beat me harder
Kick me beat me harder
Whip me beat me harder
Hit me beat me harder

Are you leaving alone?
Are you feeling alone?
And nothing is there
Are you happier lonely?
Are you leaving alone?
Are you feeling alone?
And nothing is there
Are you leaving alone?
Are you feeling alone?
And nothing is there
Are you happier lonely?
And you’re hurt to the bone?
And you’re feeling alone
And no-one cares
Electricity

Hit me beat me harder
Kick me beat me harder
Whip me beat me harder
Hit me beat me harder
Track Name: Beautifully Skint
Beautifully Skint

We were beautifully skint 
Washed our clothes in the sink
We used to eat tinned fruit
Debate the drugs that we shoot

And all the things that we do
And all the things that we do

oh oh oh oh oh

And all the things that we do
And all the things that we do

I want to take off 
I want to take off with you
With you
I want to take off
I want to take off 
With you

We would fade out of sight 
Disappear with the night
The outer edges of scenes 
Are never what they seem

We would fade out of sight 
Disappear with the night
The outer edges of scenes 
Are never what they seem 

I want to take off 
I want to take off with you
With you
I want to take off
I want to take off 
With you

We were beautifully skint 
Washed our clothes in the sink
We used to eat tinned fruit
Debate the drugs that we shoot

I want to take off 
I want to take off with you
With you
I want to take off
I want to take off 
With you 
Track Name: Ba Ba Ba
Ba Ba Ba

We all do things 
We’re not supposed to do
I’m calling helplines
But I don’t get through
My head is drowning 
In so much booze
Exit the demon
And tie the noose

Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba

Dissolve the tablet 
On the mountain top
Is that God
Or has my record dropped
My hands are violent 
But they just won’t stop
My hands are violent
And they just won’t stop

Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba

I walked the earth for a pint of clay
Traded my papers then walked away
I’m imitating the human state
Dissolve the problem then slip away

Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba
Track Name: Euromillions
Euromillions

Hold the torch to my chin, I want to look dead sinister-like

I could have screamed bloody murder
Don’t believe the buses
Sound bites eat away 
at your core
Caught up in the rhetoric
That bubbles and fizzes
Freedom isn’t locking your doors
Big Bob of Little England
Dragon 
Slayer
Bull dog
Wrapped in a red cross
Draws a ring around himself
Fat Bill of White America
Redneck 
Racist
Eagle
Draped in delusion
Builds a wall across his borders

ROLLOVER ROLLOVER
ROLLOVER ROLLOVER

You have the right to bear arms
If you’ve got the right coloured arms
On the right side of the law
I know my rights

ROLLOVER ROLLOVER
ROLLOVER ROLLOVER

He knows his rights
He knows his rights
He’s a madman with an evil croon
He knows his rights 
He knows his rights
He took the oil from the Afghan Moon
And when he’s hungry 
He’ll lean over your body
Take your daughter
Take your son
Take your daughter 
Take your son

ROLLOVER ROLLOVER
ROLLOVER ROLLOVER

Hold a torch to my chin, I want to look dead sinister-like